We almost didn’t make our Vatican tour. We had slept poorly the night before because our hotel gave us the worst bed and the noisiest room imaginable. Plus, we were both experiencing some trip fatigue and neither of us is religious. But I’m very glad we went to see the Vatican Museum, St. Peter’s, and the Sistine Chapel. We had a semi-private tour and while I wasn’t entirely sold on the blonde girl from Alabama guiding us, she did a wonderful job and knew her history and art history inside and out. She was also a talented storyteller.
After the Vatican, we rode to Termini station for our train to Venice. Exhausted we grabbed cheap deli sandwiches and ate them sitting on the terminal floor. Go hygiene!
We arrived in Venice and were awe struck by how pretty and novel the city is. No traffic! We boarded the vapporetto to our hotel and sat next to a drunk Californian named Scott. He was a nice enough dude but thick as a brick. He had been to Germany and was blown away by the Holocaust.
“I didn’t even go to the concentration camps, man, but I was still blown away. Like those were the people who killed 11 million Jews. I’m such a proud American that we didn’t do that. Like even though I was drinking, like it got me.”
Our hotel was near St. Marks and we got really lost trying to find it. Luckily, the people at Locanda Orseolo were amazing and helped us every step of the way, even staying on the phone with us as we walked.